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But I stood there feeling like a visitor in my own wedding.

And then... my eyes found him.

My breath caught.

The man from the beach.

He sat beside the sacred fire, dressed in an ivory sherwani, looking impossibly calm amidst the chaos surrounding him. The same eyes. The same voice. The same hand that had pulled me out of the storm.

Except now...

He wasn't a stranger standing in the rain.

He was sitting at my mandap.

My groom.

For a few seconds, I couldn't move.

The priest smiled. “Chandini beta, come. Sit beside your groom.”

Groom...??

The word sent a shiver through me.

I slowly walked toward the mandap. Every step felt heavier than the last. Surya's eyes followed me. Not once did he look surprised. As though he had expected me. As though he had known I'd come back.

I sat beside him, keeping a careful distance between us.

He leaned slightly toward me. “You came.”

I looked at him. “You knew I'd run?”

“I knew you wanted to.”

My fingers curled around my lehenga. “Then why did you come looking for me?”

His eyes returned to the fire. “Because I didn't want you making a decision while you were afraid.”

I stared at him. “You could've let me disappear.”

“I could have.”

“Then why didn't you?”

This time, he looked at me. “Because you weren't trying to disappear.”

His voice was quiet.

“You were trying to escape.”

My heart skipped.

How did he understand that?

I looked away.

The priest began arranging the rituals before us. I swallowed. “You're Surya?”

A faint smile touched his lips. “Surya Raghuvanshi.”

The name suddenly felt heavier than it had ever sounded before.

So this was him.

The man my parents had chosen.

The man whose photograph I had refused to look at properly.

The man I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with.

And somehow... I had met him only hours ago.

On a stormy beach.

When I was falling apart.

My chest tightened. “This is happening too fast.”

“I know.”

“I don't know you.”

“I know.”

“I don't even know if I want this.”

His expression didn't change.

“Then don't do it.”

I looked at him sharply. “What?”

“Leave.”

My heart stumbled.

He gestured toward the crowd. “No one will stop you.”

I glanced around.

My parents.

My relatives.

The priest.

The decorations.

Hundreds of eyes.

My throat tightened. “I can't.”

“Why?”

I looked down. “Because I'm scared.”

For the first time, something changed in his expression.

Not pity.

Something quieter.

Understanding.

He lowered his voice. “Then don't let fear choose for you.”

My eyes burned. “And what if I make the wrong choice?”

He held my gaze. “Then at least make it yourself.”

The priest cleared his throat. “Garlands, please.”

A servant handed me the floral garland. My hands were shaking.

Surya noticed.

Of course he did.

He stood before me.

For a second, I couldn't lift my arms.

The thought of placing that garland around his neck suddenly felt terrifying.

Not because he frightened me.

Because of what came after.

A wedding wasn't just a ceremony.

It was a door.

And once I walked through it...

There might be no way back.

I finally raised the garland and placed it around his neck.

The crowd erupted in cheers. Flowers fell over us. Music filled the air.

But all I could hear was my own heartbeat.

Then Surya picked up his garland.

He stopped in front of me.

His eyes met mine.

“You're still afraid.”

I nodded. “Very.”

He didn't smile. He simply lifted the garland.

“Good.”

I frowned. “Good?”

“At least you're not pretending.”

And then he placed the garland around my neck.

The cheers grew louder.

I barely heard them.

The priest began chanting. “Now, the seven pheras.”

Surya stood beside me.

I stared at the sacred fire.

Seven rounds.

Seven promises.

One lifetime.

My stomach twisted.

I had imagined this moment so many times.

I had imagined looking at my husband and feeling butterflies.

Instead...

I was counting the ways my life could change after tonight.

The priest instructed us to begin.

I took the first step.

Surya walked beside me.

Neither of us spoke.

The fire crackled between us.

I kept my eyes lowered, afraid that if I looked at him for too long, I might lose whatever little courage I had left.

One round.

Then another.

The chants continued around us.

The people watching us smiled.

Everyone believed they were witnessing the beginning of a beautiful wedding.

But I knew better.

I was walking beside a man I had met only hours ago.

A man whose hand had saved me from the storm.

A man whose calmness I couldn't understand.

A man who somehow knew when I was afraid without me saying a word.

And with every step around that sacred fire, one question grew louder inside my head.

What had I just said yes to?

The flames danced before us. The priest continued chanting.

And I took another step.

Not knowing that the life I had imagined for myself had already disappeared.

And the life waiting for me...was standing right beside me.

As the final ritual came to an end, Surya turned toward me.

For a moment, he simply looked at me.

Then, in a voice only I could hear, he whispered,

“Welcome to the Raghuvanshi family, Mrs. Chandini Raghuvanshi.”

My heart skipped.

Mrs. Chandini Raghuvanshi.

The name felt strange.

New.

Almost frightening.

I lowered my eyes, trying to steady my trembling hands.

Because from that moment on...

I wasn't just Chandini anymore,The thought felt strange enough to make my chest tighten.

Around us, everyone was celebrating. Someone shouted with joy, my mother was crying, relatives were showering flowers over us, and the cameras kept flashing.

But I could barely hear any of it.

All I could hear was that one sentence repeating inside my head.

Mrs. Chandini Raghuvanshi.

Surya noticed the way my fingers trembled. He leaned closer, his voice low enough for only me to hear. "Breathe."

I looked at him. "How am I supposed to breathe?"

A faint smile appeared on his lips. "You've survived a storm today. This shouldn't be harder."

"You don't understand."

His smile disappeared. "Then tell me."

I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. How could I explain that I was terrified of everything?

Of this house.

Of this family.

Of this marriage.

Of him. Especially him.

Because I didn't know whether I should trust the man who had rescued me... or fear the man who had somehow known exactly where to find me.

Before I could say anything, my mother approached us. Her eyes were still wet, but she was smiling now. "Come, beta. Everyone is waiting for you."

I forced a small smile. The next few minutes passed in a blur. Blessings. Hugs. Tears. Photographs. Goodbyes.

And then came the moment I had been secretly dreading. My mother pulled me into her arms.

She didn't say anything at first. She just held me. Tightly. As if letting go meant accepting that I wasn't her little girl anymore.

I closed my eyes. For one second, I wanted to cry. I wanted to tell her that I was scared. That I didn't know what I was doing. That I wanted to stay. But no tears came. Not even one.

My mother pulled away and cupped my face in her hands. "Take care of yourself, Chandini." I nodded.

My father stood behind her, trying desperately to hide his tears. He placed his hand on my head. "Be happy." Two simple words.

They hurt more than anything else.

I looked at both of them.

Then at the house behind them.

My home.

The place where I had grown up.

The place I had just left.

And still... I couldn't cry.

Maybe I had already cried enough on that beach. Maybe there were simply no tears left.

Surya stood a few steps away, quietly giving my family their moment. My mother hugged me one last time.

Then she let go.

I turned toward the car. Each step felt like I was leaving a piece of myself behind.

Surya opened the passenger door for me. I hesitated before getting in. He didn't rush me. He simply waited.

I finally sat inside. A moment later, he took his place behind the wheel. The door closed. And just like that... I left my home.

My husband drove in silence. For the first few minutes, neither of us said anything.

The city lights passed outside the window, blurring into golden streaks. I rested my head against the glass.

Everything felt unreal. This morning, I had been a daughter getting ready for her wedding.

A few hours ago, I had been a girl running toward the sea.

And now... I was a wife sitting beside a man I barely knew.

I glanced at him. His hands rested steadily on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road.

"You're very quiet," I murmured.

"So are you."

"I don't know what to say."

"Neither do I."

I looked at him, surprised. "You?"

He glanced at me briefly. "Believe it or not, I'm human."

A tiny smile escaped me before I could stop it. He noticed. But thankfully, he didn't comment.

The silence returned. The steady hum of the car slowly began to lull me.

My eyelids grew heavier. I fought against the sleep. I didn't want to fall asleep beside a stranger. Especially not on the first night of my marriage.

But exhaustion had other plans. The last thing I remember was watching the road disappear beneath the headlights. Then my eyes closed.

I don't know how long I slept. But somewhere along the way, the car turned sharply. My head slipped from the window... and landed against something warm.

I stirred slightly. Something moved beneath my cheek. I slowly opened my eyes.

Him

My head was resting on his shoulder. I froze. Completely.

I lifted my head immediately. "I'm sorry."

He glanced at me. "You were sleeping."

"I..." I looked away, embarrassed. "I didn't mean to."

"I know."

I adjusted myself in my seat. For a few seconds, neither of us spoke. Then he said quietly, "You can sleep."

I looked at him. "We're almost there." I nodded. But my heart refused to calm down.

A few minutes later, the car slowed. I looked through the window. And forgot how to breathe.

The gates opened slowly. Beyond them stood a magnificent house, illuminated against the night sky. It was enormous. Elegant. Almost unreal. Warm lights spilled from the windows, highlighting the grand architecture and the sprawling garden surrounding it.

I stared. "This is your house?"

"Our house," he corrected.

I looked at him. He simply continued driving.

As the car stopped near the entrance, I noticed several people waiting outside. A group of children stood near the doorway, whispering excitedly.

The moment I stepped out of the car, they rushed toward me. "Bhabhi!"

I blinked. One little boy grinned up at me. "What's your name?"

I couldn't help smiling. "Chandini."

Another little girl immediately asked, "Bhabhi, how old are you?"

I laughed softly. Before I could answer, another child interrupted. "Don't ask so many questions! She's tired."

I looked at them, amused. Then I turned toward Surya. "They're...?"

He looked at the children. "My cousins."

The smallest girl grabbed my hand. "Come, Bhabhi! I'll show you the house."

I looked at Surya helplessly. He raised an eyebrow. "Looks like you've already been adopted."

For the first time that night, I genuinely smiled.

The children pulled me toward the entrance. As I stepped inside, the warmth of the house surrounded me.

The marble floors gleamed beneath the lights. Family photographs lined the walls. The scent of fresh flowers filled the air. People welcomed me with smiles and blessings.

Yet somewhere beneath all of it... the fear remained.

This was beautiful. But it wasn't familiar. This wasn't my home. Not yet.

A woman gently guided me toward the staircase. "Come, beta. You must be exhausted."

I glanced back. Surya was still standing downstairs. His eyes met mine. For a moment, neither of us moved.

Then he gestured toward the stairs. "Go." I nodded.

I climbed slowly. The voices downstairs faded with every step. Until finally... I stood in front of a large wooden door.

Our door.

I looked at it for a long moment. My hand hovered near the handle.

I suddenly wished I could turn around. Go back downstairs. Go back home. Go back to the beach. Anywhere but here.

Then I heard footsteps behind me. Surya stopped beside me. "You don't have to be afraid."

I looked at him. "I am."

"I know."

He opened the door. The room was quiet, softly lit, and far more beautiful than I had expected. I stepped inside. He followed. The door closed behind us.

And for the first time that night...

there was no family.

No priest.

No relatives.

No cameras.

No crowd.

Just him.

And me.

Alone.

I looked around the room, then slowly turned toward my husband. Surya was already looking at me.

Neither of us spoke.

And suddenly...

the reality of the words husban

d and wife felt heavier than ever before.

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